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It was painfully obvious that Blitz was in a mood when he almost literally dragged himself into the study and into Stolas’s lap. The imp had been home long enough to shower and change, so at least his apparent bad mood hadn’t led him to break at least one rule. It must have been quite the day if the imp was curled up in the prince’s lap.
“Did you have a bad day, pet?” Stolas asked the curled up form that only grumbled back. “Blitz, I asked you a question.” He said firmly, one hand touching the imp’s shoulder, not prepared for Blitz to growl and try to bite.
Now this wouldn’t do at all.
Blitz was well aware of the rules on biting and when it was and wasn’t appropriate to do so. Lifting him by the scruff the owl took in the sight of the growling and fighting imp, it wasn’t often that Blitz acted out like this, but when he did there was really only one way to deal with it. Stolas would be lying if he said that such a case was a shame, because the truth was that he enjoyed it almost as much as Blitz did in the end.
Blitz’s heart skipped a beat when he’d made the unthinking move to bite at Stolas’s hand, a little bit of heat pooling in the pit of his stomach at the disobedience when the prince had picked him up as he continued to growl and fight with him.
It would never cease to amaze him just how fast Stolas could move. He’d barely stood from his chair before Blitz found himself on his back on the bed, his hands pinned above his head as four glowing rubies glared down at him.
“Is there a reason that you seem to be disregarding the rules tonight?” Stolas growled.
“Well, not all of them.” Blitz smirked, fighting everything in him not to visibly react to the feeling of the fingers tightening around his wrists as he deliberately goaded the bird. “At least I washed all the blood off first.” He wasn’t able to fight the reaction that came from the tug on his collar.
“Yes, but following one rule hardly makes up for the fighting, the growling, ignoring my question, or trying to bite me. Not to mention the backtalk.”
“Pfft, like you’re going to do anything about it.” He laughed, right before he wondered if he’d pushed a bit too far from the smirk on the beak over him.
“Oh, you mistake me, I fully plan to do something about it. I’m just debating exactly how much discipline my bratty little pet needs, and whether or not his behavior means that he’ll be sleeping in the bed for bad pups.”
Fuck.
That wasn’t something he’d expected Stolas to pull out, he hadn’t been that bad.
Had he?
The bad pup bed was something that Stolas had picked up when he’d been above as part of his job, and it was just that, a large pet bed that sat in the corner of the room. Blitz had ended up sleeping there twice since they’d gone committed and he’d moved into the palace with Stolas not long after the prince had evicted his ex-wife.
Both times because of his mouth, surprise surprise.
“I see I have your attention now.” The prince grinned, although the grin didn’t hold anything good.
Or maybe it did, he might just have to wait and see what Stolas had in mind, although he’d mouthed off enough that he might not be able to sit comfortably come tomorrow.
“Are you ready to behave, pet?”
The sharp smack to his leg forced a harsh breath out, apparently the eyeroll was not what Stolas was looking for in an answer.
Being subbed to a magical dom could be such a bitch sometimes. One second he was laying there, fully dressed, and then suddenly naked as the day he was born. He couldn’t help the whine when two of Stolas’s fingers circled the base of his dick, he knew what it was, a spell for a cock ring that could be dispelled at any time. Easier to get on and off, but still not something that he ultimately cared for.
“Quiet.” Stolas said harshly, “Or it’ll be a cage and you can be my good girl for the night.”
“Don’t you mean your bitch?”
“You’re my bitch regardless, darling.”
Ok, yeah. The bird had him there, and he’d used a ring spell instead of going straight to the cage so maybe he had a chance of getting off at least once tonight. The thing was, he really didn’t want to think tonight, just let Stolas handle everything and let his brain take a break while he wallowed in the sensations. He must have zoned out and missed something because the next thing he knew he was across Stolas’s lap, hands and tail held by one long fingered hand while the paddle rested against his ass with the other. The semi coarse surface of the leather rubbing against his cheeks drawing out a low moan.
The upside, or down side depending on how you thought about it, of when Stolas had the paddle in his hand was that the Prince was truly unpredictable with his strikes and how quickly or forcefully they landed. The actual downside was that Stolas knew this, and he took a fiendish amount of glee in the knowledge.
The first hit wasn’t the hardest that he’d ever had, but the sudden shock of it drew a punched out moan and a twitch from his cock.
“Are you paying attention now?”
“You know, it isn’t a punishment if I enjoy it.” Blitz snarked just as the next strike landed.
“I know, this is just a warm up. Now, count, and if you lose count we start again at one.”
He could get lost in the feelings that each strike brought, and Stolas knew it. Truth was that the owl knew him better than anyone ever had, and Blitz could trust him not to push things too far.
Every few hits Stolas would stop and rub the paddle against the stinging flesh of his ass and grin at the moan he would get before laying down a few more. He had to give credit where credit was due though, Blitz didn’t lose count. Setting the paddle aside he lifted Blitz up, careful of the skin that he could feel heat coming off of, the rest of him relaxed.
“Damn,” Blitz muttered, “That it? Weak.”
Stolas simply snorted as he stood. “Like I told you earlier, that was just a warm up, I knew that it wouldn’t deal with your smart mouth.” he replied as he waved open a portal to their playroom.
No expense had been spared in setting it up, the items made for both their comfort. They took both Blitz’s size and Stolas’s height into account. It was also the only room that the staff wasn’t allowed in, this was their room, and their room only. Blitz watched idly as Stolas moved through the room. He was curious when Stolas stopped at the kneeling bench, not sure what the owl had in mind.
The first thing that Stolas did was to strap his legs down, tight, but not too tight. There was a security in the feeling to Blitz to know that Stolas wouldn’t let him go anywhere, but instead of laying him over the bench the owl summoned a set of cuffs. They’d been made with the softest materials available in Hell to avoid irritating or injuring the already damaged skin of Blitz’s wrists. The imp had actually cried when they’d been presented to him, unable to believe that Stolas actually cared enough to go to such an effort and expense just for him. His collar was much the same, lined in silk and spelled to be stain and damage resistant.
Securing the cuffs around the imp’s wrists he’d fastened them to a pair of chains that hung from the ceiling that would keep Blitz upright.
“Open.” The owl muttered as he moved a ball gag into place that Blitz hadn’t seen. “I don’t need or want your commentary.” The gag and the amount of time that had passed had killed whatever erection that Blitz had had and he didn’t even notice when Stolas dispelled the cockring. He did notice when the cage was locked into place and couldn’t help but whine around the gag, the whine became a moan when a bare handed smack hit his back side. “Behave, and I’ll take it off and let you come on my cock when I’m done, otherwise it stays on.”
Stolas disregarded the huff from Blitz as he moved away and thought of exactly what he wanted and Blitz settled into position, his hands wrapping around the slight slack in the chain. Choosing a plug, Stolas smirked as he selected a bottle of lube. It was a special formulation from Lust, one that would make the nerve endings especially sensitive. It was probably a little mean considering that he’d put a cage on Blitz, but after listening to the imp’s smart mouth he deserved it.
Blitz yelped when Stolas grabbed his tail and pulled it out of the way, then a sound somewhere between a protest and a moan when two lubed fingers started to massage his hole. His breath picked up as his head fell back to rest on Stolas’s shoulder.
“If you needed help settling you only had to ask darling.” Stolas said quietly in his ear. “I am always here to see to your needs, but you know that when you break the rules there are punishments.” Blitz’s back arched as the first finger pushed its way in, a moan turning into a whine as the cock cage prevented him from getting any harder. His eyes opened and looked at Stolas with a plea. “I’m not taking it off yet, I only have one good punishment for you, my little pain slut, and I’m undecided on when I’ll remove it.”
Fuuuuuuuck.
Stolas really did know him too well.
He wasn’t sure he’d overplayed his hand earlier or if the owl simply knew what he was doing, honestly, he’d probably known what he was up to the moment that Blitz had climbed into his lap. And yeah, he could have asked for what he needed. Satan knew they’d had that conversation more than once, it was just so hard for him to do it after so many years of having his needs disregarded. He and Stolas had been sleeping with each other for the better part of a year before the prince had clocked that Blitz wasn’t being totally honest with him. Stolas had tried to talk to him about it, but he’d done what he did best, deflected to other subjects. Of course, not one to be deterred, Stolas had popped a gotcha on his ass and drugged him with a truth potion. Blitz had ended up tied to a chair while Stolas questioned him, he’d been thankful that the bird had kept the questions mostly to what it was in bed that he wouldn’t say.
Everything else had come later.
They were certainly an odd pair, but they balanced the other out.
It was when the second finger slid in that Blitz figured out exactly which lube that Stolas had used. Fizz had warned about that stuff, it was potent and fast acting. They’d played with it in bed, had a lot of fun, the orgasms that Stolas had when using it were amazing, and Blitz loved how tight he got. Mind blowing was really an understatement. He had no doubt that if it wasn’t for the fucking torture device on his dick he would be blowing now. He couldn’t stop the sob, any regular cage he could come in, they weren’t as good, but it was doable. But Stolas was right, the cage was the only good punishment he had when Blitz acted out and broke the rules, and when he figured out that one wouldn’t stop him, he’d charmed one to prevent it. The fit that Blitz had thrown upon finding out hadn’t exactly been one of his better moments.
That was one of the times Blitz had ended up in the bad pup bed.
He’d also ended up wearing the thing for a week.
He’d been so pent up by the time that Stolas took it off that it took almost nothing to get him off.
“Such a mess you’ve made of yourself, and we aren’t anywhere near done.” Stolas remarked almost idly as a third finger worked itself in, the three digits easing him open. Blitz heaved a breath as the fingers pulled out, but he knew that a plug would follow, Stolas wouldn’t take his pleasure until they were done. A hand rubbed Blitz’s thigh and murmured soothing words in his ear as the larger than usual plug was pushed in, the burn almost overriding the pleasure before it was fully seated. “You’re doing so well, my good boy.”
Stolas watched him carefully for a few moments as he slowly calmed and relaxed. “Do you want to stop? It’s alright if you do.” Blitz only shook his head. “You’re sure?” A nod answered him this time. “If you need to stop, you can do so at any time.” The owl chuckled as the imp’s tail tapped him several times. “Good boy.” He murmured as he leaned forward and kissed Blitz’s forehead.
Returning the lube to its shelf Stolas looked over what they had.
He didn’t want a whip, it would be too messy and Blitz was probably already overstimulated as it was, that also ruled out canes. In the end he settled for a flogger, nothing fancy, just a basic piece with leather strips. It would leave a nice sting without breaking the skin.
Blitz must not have been paying attention because the first strike of the flogger seemed to catch him off guard, but the groan around the gag was clear. The strikes had much the same effect, it wasn’t long until Blitz was covered in sweat, breath heaving from arousal and stimulation. Setting the flogger aside Stolas approached Blitz, the smaller body jumping as he was touched. A word that sounded like ‘please’ came from Blitz as fingers massaged around the plug, pitiful moans followed as it was worked out followed by a sound of relief as it finally came out.
Taking pity on him, Stolas unhooked the cuffs from above and leaned Blitz over the bench before re-securing the cuffs. He hummed as his pants tightened from the cock that he had conjured. Undoing his pants as he stepped forward he was pleased with what he saw, the redness of a well paddled ass, the quivering of his pet that no longer had a way to look around, and a gaping hole that was ready and waiting for him to fill. He reached out and spread the cheeks further, smirking at the whine it was causing.
“Are you ready, pet? Ready to receive your Master and be his fucktoy?” The prince growled as he sank into the hole in front of him and heard a moan from Blitz. “So perfect. My perfect little cocksleeve, I wish I could stay in this perfect warmth always.” Unfortunately Stolas knew that he couldn’t and the traces of the lube he’d used would affect him as well. Sliding out and thrusting back in slowly a few times the owl reveled in the heat around him, every thrust getting a punched out moan as he hit tenderflesh. His pet was one good orgasm from subspace and his brain leaking from his ears.
It wasn’t long before he was fucking Blitz into the rigid wood of the bench, the imp moaning loudly and begging to come around the gag, a wave of Stolas’s hand and it disappeared as Blitz screamed with release. His muscles tightened so much that Stolas came as well.
Catching his breath, Stolas pulled out slowly, a wave of his hand cleaning up the mess. Carefully releasing Blitz he gathered the imp up and carried him back to their room and ran a bath. Blitz too far gone to notice the cage go back on.
The first thing that Blitz noticed as he settled was that he was in the bath tub and resting on Stolas. The best place ever as far as he was concerned, and the little war in his head that had been going on most of the day was finally quiet.
“Ready to tell me what made you so bratty?” Stolas asked quietly.
“Just stupid shit, stupid clients, stupid people, stupid shit going wrong all day.”
“That’s all you had to tell me, I would have been more than happy to help without all the dramatics.”
“I know, and maybe one day I’ll be able to ask for what I need.” Blitz sighed, then noticed something. “You put it back on?”
“Yes. You bratted out and tried to bite me, you’re being punished.”
“But..”
“I said if you were good I would let you come on my cock, and I did. I didn’t say it wouldn’t go back on.” He laid a finger across Blitz’s mouth when the imp started to argue. “Keep it up and you’re sleeping in the bad pup bed too.”
He opened his mouth, then thought better about it. If he behaved then Stolas would take it off quicker, and he really didn’t want to sleep in the bad pup bed. He just huffed and relaxed back into the feathers and let Stolas take care of him.